Competitive Eating

The food stuffed Pegasus was truly a spectacle, her rhythmic gorging earning herself an impressive round belly which grazed the top of her hind legs once more. In an instant, the full feeling went from a sickly pain to a warm contentless. Rainbow Dash gazed lovingly at her own bulbous proportion and finally allowed her hooves to explore its smooth surface.

“I just don’t get it. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s so big, so much more of me. Maybe it’s like when I work out real hard, and I admire my muscles in the mirror. But this is different. It’s…quick. And easy. All I had to do was sit here and eat!”

Dashie’s eyes glanced at the other side of her bedroom.

“Speaking of admiring myself in the mirror.”

With a grunt and a lurch, Dash was able to roll her hooves onto the floor. She excitedly trotted over to inspect the results.

“Haha! Sweet Celestia! I look like I swallowed a buckball! No, a beachball! I’m even bigger than I was before!”

Her stuffed, taught belly hung suspended from her torso, drooping between her four legs. When she faced the mirror head on, it even looked like the circumference of her belly exceeded that of her shoulders. Dash remembered the old trick of making herself look even bigger by sitting and so eagerly plopped her butt on the floor.

“Ugh, this must be how pregnant mares feel. It’s impossible to ignore-“

Dashie caught herself mid thought.

“Impossible to ignore. I look fat enough to be pregnant. I can’t possibly let my friends see me like this. What do I even say? I don’t even know what this stupid, weird feeling even is. I feel lazy, fat, gross, beautiful, and horny all at the same time!”

Dash took a deep, calming breath.

“Ah well, I shouldn’t stop myself from enjoying it at least a little bit. Never had this kind of fun before. Which reminds me…”

She trotted back over to her gluttony nest and opened a drawer on her nightstand. She retrieved her ‘mare’s best friend’ and hopped back in bed, one hoof soon to be very preoccupied, and the other continuing to explore her globular stomach.

“Besides, I’ll take that day off tomorrow. I don’t need to do this every day, after all.”

As it turns out, ‘tomorrow’ was more like four days later. Each day the same story: Rainbow Dash promising herself a small, ordinary breakfast; a very distracting amount of stomach growling; a box or container of yummy, calorie-packed goodness; then a few more; and finally…back to the nest.

Though, even this mare, seemingly possessed by gluttony, felt a third day in a row was overdoing it a bit.

“Hmmmmm….ugh….just- wow…”

Empty containers littered the pegasus’ bedroom, and in the middle of it all was that same round, blue belly, slowly rising and falling with each labored breath the mare took.

“I didn’t even know it was possible to feel hungover from a food coma. What time is it?”

She glanced at the clock to spot 5pm on the dial and breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t made plans and the Wonderbolts wouldn’t be calling for a few months.

Rainbow Dash could tell that this was the biggest her stomach had ever been in her entire life. Small gurgles emanated from inside. Dash still felt like she still couldn’t afford to let anypony see her like this. She felt ashamed and self-conscious. But even so, her hooves remained firmly preoccupied with exploring every glorious inch.

“If I don’t cool it right now, I might actually explode.”

Rainbow dash caught a quick late-afternoon nap while she continued to digest her massive binge. After awaking a bit later into the evening, Rainbow Dash resolved to ‘inspect the damage’ for what must’ve been the hundredth time in three days. With a flap of her wings to help prop her up in bad, she hopped back to her hooves and felt…off. Like something on her shifted with the impact before bouncing back to where it was on her skin.

“Was that..? Oh no. Oh sweet Celestia and Luna above no!!!!”

Dash practically sprinted to the mirror, madly inspecting every inch of her frame. The belly was there. It was the biggest it had ever been, for sure. But with an upsetting degree of ease, she spotted it: her flanks – once elegantly defined by muscle – now had a small, squishy layer of chub draped around them. Her cutie mark must have been an inch larger than before. And her butt protruded outward, smooth and pristine, just a bit further.

“I’M FAAAAAAAT!”

Dash huffed and puffed and wailed, questioning what had gone wrong with her, with her life, with the universe. Of course, to anypony else, the difference was barely noticeable. Most mares in Equestria had a bit of junk in the trunk or dealt with tighter saddles around Hearthswarming. But not her. Not elite flyer Rainbow Dash. At that moment, to her, surely influenced by the still stuffed-to-capacity-gut hanging between her legs, she may as well have been the size of the moon.

“I can’t- this isn’t- what do I do?!?!”

One might say a bit of hyperventilating sorts everything out.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

She poked a hoof into her cutie mark and winced as it sank inwards.

“It’s not that bad. The swelling will go down – can’t believe I just said that – and uh…I’ll just work off the extra weight. No problem! I’ll just grab a little snack and-“

Rainbow’s eyes shot wide open as if something in her head had just snapped in two.

“I…can’t…seriously…be HUNGRY right now?!?!”

She slammed a hoof to her forehead and tried to calm herself. Sure enough, she found her comfort, with her second hoof gliding on top of her stomach.

“Gah! What’s the matter with me?! Can a pony literally get addicted to…stuffing herself?”

Just on cue, her stomach rumbled. Easiest way to train is by keeping on a rhythm.

“No! No more! No more sweets. It’s late, I’ve had plenty to eat. I’m going to bed so this little ‘problem’ can resolve itself.”

She smacked her belly to accentuate the point, but all that did is reaffix her gaze to how the surface shifted and wobbled. She was bigger than Applejack was back at Pinkie’s. She wondered if her belly had grown the same softness as her flanks. It certainly seemed less…tight…as she cradled it. Sitting in front of the mirror, still taking in the shock and bewilderment of the situation, Rainbow Dash felt with a curious gesture how her flanks and butt would softly squish inwards, and how her belly still felt tough and inelastic. She wondered how many days of binging it would take before her belly was this size all the time. But it wouldn’t be tough. It would be soft. And flabby. And jiggly. And it wouldn’t go away. It’d just be there. It’d just be her being bigger and rounder than before.

“ACK, stop it, Rainbow. Stop it. You don’t want this. This is bad. Stop it. Bed. Now.”

She tore herself from the mirror. Maybe this was somehow its fault.

She placed a hoof forward to climb in bed but paused. A guilty eye glancing at the nightstand.

“Although…I did take that nap so…I should make it a bit easier to get to sleep. Everything will be better in the morning. Just one quicky.”

The funny thing about intrusive thoughts is they can get louder when you try to stop thinking about them. Thoughts of softening bellies and widening flanks. Dashie had a very hard time going to sleep that night. It was loud.